. Inglenook, The (1911) . any people, only onThanksgiving and the holidays. Already in September the cranberrieswere beginning to turn red and the ownersof the marshes were around town gatheringscores of men, women and children to har-vest their big crop of berries. Thesemarshes lie in western central Wisconsin,not many miles from Black River Falls, thetown of 2,000 people that was almost com-pletely washed away by the breaking of thedam during a flood. Just a few miles out of Tomah, Wis., Ilooked for the first time upon a cranberrymarsh. It was owned by my friend, , who told me how
. Inglenook, The (1911) . any people, only onThanksgiving and the holidays. Already in September the cranberrieswere beginning to turn red and the ownersof the marshes were around town gatheringscores of men, women and children to har-vest their big crop of berries. Thesemarshes lie in western central Wisconsin,not many miles from Black River Falls, thetown of 2,000 people that was almost com-pletely washed away by the breaking of thedam during a flood. Just a few miles out of Tomah, Wis., Ilooked for the first time upon a cranberrymarsh. It was owned by my friend, , who told me how the berries mustgrow in the water and how, during the win-ter, they must be flooded to keep them fromfreezing. I wondered how they could growin water, or rather how the water could begotten to them and kept around and abovethem. What startled me the most was,what he said about his marsh being a wildmarsh, and when I left the wagon road andwaded a half mile of bog, some of it con-sisting of peat and some of it merely ordi-. Indian Chief. Indian Women. Mr. Day. nary swamp land, there lay level before meforty acres of grassy, boggy marsh. At theedge of this marsh and running back into itfor many rods, could be seen the little redcranberries, growing low or lying right up-on the ground. I could hardly wait till Iate several of them, sour as they were, forit was a novelty to be able to pick them andeat them without buying them at the picked a bushel of these wild cranber-ries in less than half a day, for which thedoctor paid me $1, the price for picking thewild berries when they are somewhat thinon the ground. It was very tiresome, foras it was not good to get down on my knees 1300 The Inglenook
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